Wicked Wednesday: Jennifer in my office

The next day Jennifer came to my office as I’d told her to do, after school. She was wearing her new uniform. It was less cheerfully obscene than the too-small version her mother had bought, but she looked radiantly happy in it.

She looked at me, proud. Then she faltered, worried that I might think she’d chosen wrong. I said, “That’s perfect, Jennifer. It fits you perfectly. It looks, really, very good on you. Flattering. You did very well.”

She beamed. She wanted to feel confident. A girl who has felt a man’s cock harden for her has no doubt of her enchantment over him. But she still wanted to know she’d done right.

I pointed my finger at her, and made a little circle in the air. “Turn around.” She turned, so I could admire her from the back, looking back over her shoulder. I admired her, but I said, “I meant, twirl.”

She frowned, puzzled. She completed her turn so she faced me again. I said, “Twirl. In that skirt. Quickly, like a cheerleader.”

“Oh!” She spun so the skirt flared out and lifted. Her white panties and the sweet gap at the top of her thighs were exposed, then hidden as she came to a stop.

“Like that, sir?”

“Exactly like that. Good girl. You chose well. And no one else is to see you do that, you understand, except me.”

“I’ll twirl whenever you want, sir.”

I got up from my desk, and walked towards her. She stepped forward to meet me, and she kissed me again. I held her, and we pressed bodies together. “Now, little Jennifer, why are you here?”

“Sir?” It was too broad a question.

“In my office. After school.”

“Oh. Well, you wanted to see me in my new uniform, sir. Thank you, thank you!” I was holding her whole weight; she’d leaned into me with her hands around my neck, and relaxed.

“And you look perfect, Jennifer.” I kissed her, mouth to mouth, and she brought her hand up to stroke along my jawline. “And why else are you here?”

“I’m to tell you what I think about doing extra work for you. And taking extra… discipline.”

“Yes. You are. And what have you decided?”

“Of course, sir! I’d be so grateful if you set me extra work. I want to do better. And I know that if I don’t do my work right…”

“Yes.”

“You will make sure I do my best. With your hand on my bottom. Or worse. That’s as it should be, sir, isn’t it?”

“You’re a good girl, Jennifer. And of course I won’t accept anything less than your very best. I certainly won’t accept any excuses.”

“Yes, sir. I wouldn’t expect you to. Or want you to. I need direction, I know that.”

Note

This episode of Jennifer’s pleats and pleas is slightly ahead of time. When I left the Jennifer-and-Maddie-and-Lucy saga, Maddie was about to tell her headmaster about the time a girl called Lucy had go the cane for the first time, and licked Mddie’s cunt while she took that dozen strokes. That episode is still to come, but I’ve jumped ahead a bit, to where the story returns to young Jennifer Perch, and her adventures in the present. 

She’s discovering pleasures she’d never dreamt of, in one sense, while in another sense she’s dreamt of them for most of her life.

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Masturbation Monday: Denna and her convenient pervert 2

Denna looked up at me then. It seemed that she didn’t mind being a good girl. She drew her lips back along the shaft to concentrate on the glans, still sucking. There was an audible pop when she released me. I reached down to help her up, but she kissed my cock goodbye, and only then took my hand.

So we stood together, with things to ask and say, about her experience of Doing As She’s Told, but we couldn’t have that conversation in surreptitious whispers. This wasn’t the time and place. So I reached under her gown and squeezed her ass, holding her tight. We pressed foreheads together, so that she had two eyes, then four and finally one.

We grinned at each other like wolves. I whispered, “It’s fucking cold,” and pushed her gown off her shoulders and she stood naked.

Denna mouthed the word, “Bastard”.

I kissed her. I whispered, “When I get you away from the family home, I’ll spank you for that. Fact.” 

She grinned, knowing that it was only a fact if she agreed. She could make me very disappointed, and we both knew it. So I rolled the blankets aside and pushed her onto the bed, on her back. She pulled the covers over her body, and watched while I crawled like a wolf, the big and bad kind, from the bottom of the bed towards her cunt, still vulpine. I slid my hands under her ass, and lifted her a little. I sniffed her cunt and whispered, “Smells like a girl who does as she’s told.”

Denna made a noise with her nose, indicating that she wasn’t putting up with bullshit like that, and put her hand heavily on the back of my head. I dipped my tongue in smooth girl wetness. She wriggled, making herself comfortable, and spread and lifted her thighs.

Time passed enjoyably for both of us, until her stomach muscles and the muscles in her thighs tightened.

She writhed, hands squeezing the flesh of my shoulders till it almost hurt. Then she released her grip and fell back, gasping silently for breath.

I climbed my way up her body, pausing to kiss her belly, her breasts and her throat. We lay entwined, cuddling, with no particular sexual needs or ambitions, but after perhaps half an hour Denna started stroking my cock. So we fucked. We started lovingly, like the night before, but Denna let her head fall, exposing her throat, and spread her arms out over her head. So I raised my body, arms straight, and gave her my hardest and roughest fuck. We finished gasping each other’s breath, and sweaty-haired despite the cold.

She was worried that she’d sleep too well. I set my phone to wake her, on vibration, at 4.30. The alarm must have worked for her, though I slept through it. When I woke up, late for breakfast, she was back in her own bed.

Masturbation Monday: Denna and her convenient pervert

Denna made an interrogative noise, but let me lead her to the mat and pillow. I took her shoulders, and pressed downwards, very lightly. She glanced down, then looked back at me. “You really need me to suck your cock, don’t you?”

I whispered, “Well, that’ll be hot, of course. But I really need you to experience doing as you’re told.” She frowned and made the interrogative noise again. I put my mouth close to her ear. “You’ve got a pervert handy. You may as well make use of him. Remember?”

“Well, maybe.” She said that into my ear, then bit it. Hard. “But you can’t spank me if I don’t, can you?”

I managed not to rub my ear, though it hurt. And she was right: a spanking for Denna would bring the whole household running. Quite apart from the bratty fuss she’d make, spanking is loud

“Getting your ass spanked is hot, for lots of people. And in your case it’s incredibly, absolutely fucking deserved. You’d probably like it. And I’d love it.” She put her tongue out and made a disrespectful noise, very quietly.

I held her ear, pinching her very lightly, a warning only, and whispered into it. “But that’s not the reason why people sometimes do as they’re told. In sex, I mean. It’s that doing as you’re told can be hot. It’s a mind thing. Try it.”

“How?”

I put my hands on her shoulders again, and pushed down more firmly. “By doing as you’re told. Because I said so. Now get down on your knees and suck my cock. That’s not a request, Denna.”

“That’s the silliest…” And then she dropped to her knees. She kissed the end of my cock, letting it jolt upwards each time her lips touched the head. Then she licked the underside, and was rewarded by the sight of my fingers, toes and buttocks, all clenching. I gulped in air. She licked the underside some more, while I fought to keep still. At last she opened her mouth and took me in.

I stood silent and still while Denna moved forward on her knees, then leaned forward a little to take my cock deeper into her mouth. At last she began to suck me hard, cheeks concave, lips moving firmly back and forth on the shaft. She raised her right hand to hold the base of my cock.

“No,” I said. “No hands.” I have a command voice, that I use when I’m domming someone. It’s supposed to be warm, and communicate certainty that the person addressed will want to do what the voice says. It doesn’t work so well when you have to whisper because her parents weren’t far away, but I did my best.

Anyway Denna took her hand away immediately. She’d entered into the spirit of the thing enough to want to keep me pleased with her. But a second later she realized that she always used her hands when sucking cock. Now they hung vaguely by her thighs. She didn’t know what else to do with them.

I touched the top of her head. “Put your hands on my feet.”

I hadn’t thought about it in advance, but on that cold floor having the warmth of her hands on top of my feet was very welcome. I let her work, head rising and falling on my cock. I stroked her head, and sometimes took handfuls of her hair, so she had to pull to keep her head properly on me. I made occasional quiet pleasure noises, partly because I couldn’t have stopped myself for all the world and partly because I wanted her to feel she was doing well.

She sucked harder, speeding up, her hands rising to my ankles as she became more focused. I started to move in response, trying to avoid giving her the idea that I was fucking her mouth. She could feel that she was doing as she was told, but she should also feel that she was leading.

It was only when my whole body was shaking and I could barely stand that I head the back of her head firmly and pushed her forward.

And about a minute later I felt that a gentleman should give fair warning. “Uh, Denna. I’m, ah – ”

But that was as far as I got. I froze for a second, as if my body had locked, and spurted into her.

And with that release I could move again and I thrust into her, while Daphne licked and swallowed. It took incredible effort for me to stay silent. It was almost painful.

At last, when I was spent and she still sucked me, cleaning my cock, I could whisper, “good. So good. You are so good.” She seemed happy, so I risked saying something that can be dangerous, said to a woman who isn’t in exactly the right mood.

“Good girl. You are such a good, wonderful girl.”

 

Sinful Sunday: Tip toes

There are lots of things a submissive woman can do, when her Sir is in that most imperious, imperative mood. 

Obviously, doing as she’s told is paramount. But, as is so often the case in interaction between Sir and girl, it’s the details that carry so much erotic heft. 

He watches his girl. But though he loves her, and her body, and her desire to obey and please him, it’s the details he’s learned to notice. She holds herself on tip-toes. 

He wonders why that detail is so significant. It’s partly that she wants to place her body to advantage visually, since she knows he will be watching her closely while he punishes her.

She gives up control once she’s on tip toes for him. She doesn’t have her feet on the ground. And so she’s on his ground.

Sexy Words Con: First Con for Sex Writers (and their fans) in Australia and New Zealand!

Sexy Words Con

This is the first of what will be an annual event for sex bloggers, print and e-book writers, sex toy reviewers and their fans in Australia, New Zealand and beyond.

The purpose is to allow people to pick up new knowledge and skills, to put meet favourite writers and also meet your own fans, and to build the links and contracts we need for a supportive community.

Basic program

The Con opens with registration and socialisation on Friday 13 September 2019.

The formal program of the Con is largely taken up with presentations from talented and experienced people on different aspects of the erotic writing trade, or mission, in this part of the world.

There are also general plenary sessions for special presentations, and the occasional piece of fun and silliness.

Other activities

One option for the Con venue is the beautiful Blue Mountains, on the outskirts of Sydney, NSW. If that’s chosen there’ll be evening tours to gaze at some genuinely awe-inspiring landscape and other sites.

There’s a Con dinner on Saturday night, which will feature burlesque and a comedian.

And farewell drinks on the Sunday night.

An educational, inspirational and social time is guaranteed for all! We hope to see you there!

Questionnaire

We’d like to know what you’d like to come from this conference! I’d encourage as many people as possible to fill in our questionnaire. It’s here!

Wicked Wednesday: The Long Wait 5

In her bed, when she’d lost count of her orgasms and her body burned, she found herself sitting up, her back to him, his cock pressed against her ass.

He spread her legs, and put his right hand on her cunt. He patted, and the pats became blows. She knew, in her conscious mind, that he was spanking her cunt quite hard.

But it didn’t hurt at all.

His voice sounded strained, urgent: “Say, thank you, sir!”

And, lost, when his hand next landed, fingers spread on her soft, wet self, Ellie wailed, “Thank you, Master!”

She felt him hardening. “I think you’re right.” He sounded surprised.

Later, her face in a pillow, her ass up, being ridden, she howled again, a ululation of pleasure and of something wrenching, shifting inside her.

When she was finished he rode her hard, seeking only his own pleasure. She felt his whole body spasm when he came in her. She’d pleased him. That mattered.

When his body had relaxed he kissed her ear and rolled to lie beside her, his arm over her body.

“You called me Master.” 

She felt a chill. He was going to be sensible now. Restore sense. “I did. I’m sorry, I know you didn’t ask me to. It just felt right.”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” Her heart sank. “But if you meant it, then I’m happy to be –”

Ellie wriggled back towards him, her skin against his. She thought about sucking him hard again, but he’d fallen asleep.

In the morning they’d talk. But he’d taken her, and when she’d given him more he’d taken that too. Maybe she had a Master, and… He’d made her wait half an hour. Half an hour and thirty-four years. She followed him into sleep.

[The end]